vivid. etched. images.

the mind works while the body rests.
images and stories churned and spat out unwillingly.
the ones that sticks, i believe truly marks a change or a point in time of our lives.
that sudden unknowing realisation.

i had a dream this morning/last night.
it wasn't fantastic, nor was it good.
neither was it a nightmare.
i woke simply with images etched deeply in this mind of mine.

looking at the ocean of water surrounding me, something seemed wrong.
dying by drowning seemed to be the cause.
someone was trying to kill me.
when drowning naturally failed to work,
i was pushed forcefully against underwater rocks which defied gravity and were afloat.
looking around me, i saw the bottom of what looked like the hull of a boat.
tied to this boat was a body clothed in white, floating along.
the fatal blow as i neared the rocks was impending.
as i braced myself for the impact, the body moved at a remarkable speed towards me.
it used its body to shield me from the blow.
then i saw her face.
that cold face and those dead eyes.

at that, i woke up.
her face however stuck throughout the day.
the familiarity of that face and those dead eyes, i simply couldn't put a finger on it.

it was only much later into the night that it hit me.
i know where i've seen that face before.
it was staring right back at me as i looked myself in the mirror after a nice warm shower.
it sounds and feels like a construction of a horror film,
yet it leaves me strangely in comfort.

i wonder.
what seeing the dead me means.